terça-feira, novembro 27, 2012

It is sort of cold. But I'm warm inside. Being miserable listening to a CD. The Smiths what-is-the-title...It feels like one of those nights back in 2009. But I assume you don't know how were my nights by that time.I'll tell you, today, is a little warmer, a little cozier, slightly less disturbed but still as boring.As a great fella said somewhere out there: "I'm writing to whisk the loneliness of my thoughts". The night goes on following the song...